One of my passions is to reading. I read books of many kinds. Rounding the numbers, I probably read about a book a week--give or take. Sometimes I go through feast or famine cycles. I am by no means a "speed reader" for I read more out of enjoyment than a desire to break any speed records of comprehension. Reading is an escape as well as a way to deal with problems on a hypothetical level.
As I think I mentioned elsewhere, the Lord of the Rings trilogy was my first favorite set of books to read chronicling the adventures of hobbits, dwarves, elves, and man in their fight against insidious evil. It was also a challenge to read that first set of books because I think it was the first time I stuck to my guns and read something that unlike other books, they did not have any pictures. Even the Hardy Boys books - that I read mostly out of obligation - had their occasional pictures.
The real fun of books though is the active role your imagination gets to take in the formation and visualization of the story. Whether it's imagining the cold in Jack London's "To Build A Fire" or the pain of rejection Pip must have felt by the cold Estella in "Great Expectations" I am not merely observing the story as I might at a movie, but actually participate with the author in the actual formation of the story.
SCIENCE FICTION/FANTASY
Back in high school, I started reading Star Trek novels and up until the late nineties that was my routine on a monthly basis. From the books based on the motion pictures, to the early series of Trek novels up until they began to splinter into the different spin-offs, I read Trek novels avidly.
Then I finally got "trekked" out and moved onto Star Wars. Whereas Star Trek painted an evolved, sanitized version of the future where humans were no longer slaves to their emotions, Star Wars was more down and dirty; there was chaos, there was unrest. There were cantinas, gangsters, and smugglers. And sometimes, they were the center of the plot and not some unenlightened folk on a backwater planet in need of humanistic reason (all trekkers feel free to go after me with guns blazing now)




